Chapter 346 Mad Max

"Warhammer 40K: Mad Max".

This was the only thought that came to Fu Qinghai's mind when he saw the Xie Ri clan moving together in groups.

Agile, fast, and diverse, the Red Sun Mechanic Gang has mastered tactics very well and is a formidable opponent.

But now, this group of wasteland-style biker gangs seem to have encountered some powerful enemy.

A large number of racing cars and trucks were blocked outside the city gate and could not enter, and the first ones who rushed in seemed to have jumped into a trap and were caught in it.

The enemy commander took ten enchanted warriors as bait in one go, which was a big deal. Enchanted warriors would recover almost instantly after being attacked from a distance - the unreasonable power of modifying reality from the subspace, only fire and melee attacks could kill them more effectively.

If in the right environment - such as a battleship passage, an enchanted warrior can easily replace an entire Astartes tactical squad, making it a very valuable high-level infantry.

Obviously, even the Khorne Chaos Warband is not a bunch of idiots with only "chop, chop, chop" in their minds, they also have tactics and strategies... Fu Qinghai thought to himself.

If Fu Qinghai knew that the Chaos Warband in the stronghold was mainly composed of Space Marines from the former World Eaters Legion, he would definitely change his words: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Khorne may have some knowledge of command art, but those who have Butcher's Nails in their minds, with Khorne belief + Butcher's Nails, are definitely stupid dogs who only know how to "chop, chop, chop".

Fu Qinghai has always been prejudiced against the 12th Legion.

Seeing that the battle situation became tense again, the first captain thought to himself, "The Khan is really a prophet," and no longer mentioned the attack. The two continued to lurk on the hillside, relying on the images sent back by the servo skull to observe the battle between the orc convoy and the Chaos warband.

"The orcs are in trouble."

Fu Qinghai said in a low voice.

"What do you mean?"

Qiao Shida turned his head and asked.

"The orc sitting in the tricycle is the largest orc I have seen so far. According to Ork common sense, it is most likely the war boss of the Red Sun Mechanic Gang."

Fu Qinghai pointed out the key point:

"If the war boss did not rush into the city gate, but stayed outside to command, perhaps this group of orcs would have a chance to regroup. But if he died inside... then the orcs of the Evil Sun Clan would definitely collapse on the spot."

"Beheading."

The Moon Wolf Warrior nodded in understanding.

"It all depends on the personal combat power of the war boss... Wait, what is that?"

As Fu Qinghai was speaking, his attention was suddenly attracted by the changes outside the city gate.

In the Red Sun Mechanic Gang's fleet, there were four strange cars with very low chassis. Their appearance resembled a wasteland version of an F1 Formula One car. They suddenly accelerated on the spot. The roar of their engines could be heard from a long distance away. In just a short moment, they reached their maximum speed, and then... the four strange cars rushed straight towards the wall!

"What are they going to do, knock the wall down?"

Qiao Shida asked in surprise.

This is too reckless. Besides, looking at the thin armor and low appearance of the strange vehicle, it doesn't look like a siege vehicle.

Fu Qinghai frowned.

Four strange cars were speeding all the way, rushing towards the thick stronghold wall. Just when they were about to hit the wall and the cars were destroyed and the people on board were killed... suddenly, electric arcs flashed in front of the strange cars, and a subspace rift appeared out of nowhere and swallowed them whole.

The four strange cars disappeared.

"Um!?"

Qiao Shida's eyes widened.

"Boom...bang...bang...bang..."

More explosions and gunfire were heard inside the stronghold.

"They… just went in like that?"

Qiao Shida vaguely guessed the answer and asked.

"Seeing is believing, the orcs' teleportation technology."

Fu Qinghai sighed with a complicated expression.

The four subspace cracks that swallowed the strange car appeared and disappeared almost instantly. If you didn't keep staring at them, it would be difficult to find out how the strange car disappeared out of thin air.

This is what the orcs' technological creations are like. Just looking at the appearance, they are smoking here and falling apart there, and the quality control is extremely poor, but they just work and can achieve unexpected results.

Fu Qinghai had never seen such a strange car before.

But he knew of the existence of the War Moon.

Both are concrete manifestations of Orcish teleportation technology.

Today really opened my eyes.

Fu Qinghai was amazed.

…

Dimensional Rally Car!

Leowen has his trump card, the Khorne Steel Bull.

The old lame man also has his killer dimensional rally car.

The core technology of the Dimension Rally Car is the large Dimension Oscillation Engine inside. This device can create a short and unstable subspace rift, which opens in front of the Dimension Rally Car, allowing the car and the people to pass through this dimensional channel together, perfectly passing through any physical obstacles and fortifications, and then appearing somewhere farther away.

With this device, the Dimension Rally can pass through any impregnable fortress and iron-walled fortress, and then suddenly appear in the heart of the enemy, catching them off guard - provided that the fortress or fortress is not equipped with a void shield, which can block subspace transmission.

In addition, it is also a good choice to use it to escape.

Of the four dimensional rally cars that brazenly broke into the stronghold, except for one unlucky guy who crashed into a building the moment it was teleported in and was scrapped and disintegrated on the spot, the other three immediately showed their trouble-making nature, rushing around everywhere, pouring out ammunition madly, and firing all the rockets on the roof in one breath, and then they started the whole process of crushing, setting fire, and roaring...

Ammunition boxes caught fire and fuel tanks exploded.

Several huge columns of smoke soon rose from inside the stronghold.

There were only four dimensional rally vehicles, and the limited space inside the stronghold greatly restricted their speed, and they were quickly torn to pieces by the onboard firepower of the Spartan tanks and Mastodon tanks. However, after some chaos and trouble, the Red Sun Mechanic Gang finally broke through the pocket formation encirclement set up by the Fifteen Fangs War Gang.

The motorcycle boys swarmed into the stronghold.

The melee began, and the orcs entered a rhythm familiar to them.

The servo skull can only float quietly around the outskirts of the stronghold and cannot get too close to the battlefield, let alone enter the stronghold. Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida do not know the situation inside the stronghold.

After thinking for a long time, Fu Qinghai stood up suddenly, put down the data tablet in his hand, turned over and rode on the jet motorcycle, and said:

"Prepare to attack!"

"Aren't you going to wait until they decide the winner, Khan?"

Qiao Shida asked from the side.

"Just as you said."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice:

"We want intact Sparta and Mastodon, not a pile of scrap metal after the war."

"clear!"

The first company commander had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Hearing this, he stopped talking and also turned over and got on the jet motorcycle.

"call out..."

Fu Qinghai maneuvered the Bull jet bike into the air slowly, turned around and looked at the many subordinates hiding in the valley behind him. There were Space Marines from the regiment, as well as Attila Barbarians and Krieg Death Troopers from two Imperial Guards.

According to tradition, the pre-battle speech should be delivered at this moment.

"My name is Qingshan Khan."

Facing everyone's gaze, Fu Qinghai said loudly:

"A name with a special meaning. Once upon a time, my armor was like the milky white Chogolis, and the scar on my nose was my personal label. Yes, I am the son of the Khan. I represent the warband, I represent the storm, and I represent the white scars who gave their lives at my hands."

All the Space Marines present were very familiar with the life story of their Chapter Captain and knew that he was from the Fifth Legion, but the two Imperial Guard Regiments from Krieg and Attila were obviously not very familiar with their commanders.

They lined up in a crowded queue in the valley, all with their heads tilted upwards, silently looking at the motorcyclist floating in the air.

A mountain breeze blew, ruffling Fu Qinghai's black hair.

"The wind is a bit strong today."

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:

"I smell the stench of greenskins and chaos."

"Their stench can only attract crows. They cannot stop the coming of storms and death. We will not be imprisoned by them. We are the cage that imprisons them. We will ignite the raging fire on this planet. We will eventually purge those greenskins and Chaos dregs. We will return victoriously and tell your descendants the story of what happened in this land called Karnak... and the death of Chaos and aliens!"

"It is an honor to die, and a disgrace to live!"

Finally, Fu Qinghai quoted a motto from Qiaoglis to end this short pre-war speech.

The warriors of the regiment clenched their fists and beat their chests in response.

Attila's barbarian cavalry pulled up their horses, beat their chests hard with their arms holding hunting spears, and shouted and roared loudly. Krieg's death cavalry stood where they were without saying a word, but their burning fighting spirit was already revealed through their masks.

On the day of departure, it is an honor to die, rather than a disgrace to live.

From Wu Zi's Art of War, Chapter 4: On Generals.

Fu Qinghai nodded with satisfaction, put on his helmet, picked up the Guandao, pulled the handle to change the direction, and said:

"Set off!"

The scream that tore through the air was accompanied by the trembling roar of the engine.

Both jet bike companies took off together.

Fu Qinghai accessed the communication channel and said,

"Li Hanxing, Tariha, lead the cavalry troops to set up an encirclement and sweep area outside the stronghold. I don't want to see any greenskins or traitors leave here alive."

"Roger that, Khan!"

…

Satellite town outpost.

The battle has entered a fierce stage.

The roars of the Orks and the roars of the Space Marines intertwined, armor and bullets collided, sparks flew, muscles and bones were cut by chainsaws, and blood sprayed...

At this point in the fight, both sides have revealed all their cards, with nothing held back, no longer any tactics or schemes. It's just a pure melee, a bloody fight to the death.

The old lame man was holding back his anger, knowing very well that if he failed to take the stronghold in one fell swoop, it would be unlikely for him to get his hands on this place or those beautiful big trucks.

Leowen Ukris didn't need anyone's urging or encouragement. His belief in the Blood God and the painful curse of the Butcher's Nails kept him on the brink of collapse and madness. Only the momentary pleasure from being in the midst of violent killing could bring him and his men a little comfort and satisfaction.

"Moo-bang!"

Another explosive cannon vehicle was overturned by the Khorne Steel Bull. The Chaos Space Marine riding on the bull's back, waving a chainsaw tomahawk in his hand, smashed a motorcycle boy and his vehicle into pieces, and the minced meat and parts flew out together.

"Da da da da!"

The boys' weapons, including da-ka guns, bang-bang guns and korron cannons, were fired madly at the Khorne Steel Bulls. However, facing the unreasonable metaphysical defense of the Demon Engine, these long-range weapons could only splash dense and dazzling clusters of sparks, but they were unable to stop the eight brass bulls from charging forward and charging left and right.

No wonder de Haan thought eight Khorne Bulls would be enough to solve my predicament.

Leowen thought to himself.

So where did that damn Word Bearer go?

"Pah!"

The former World Eaters captain killed an orc with a single blow of his axe.

The Spartan tanks and Mastodon tanks also continued to fire. The double-barreled melta cannon on the front of the Mastodon turned a jumping pickup truck into a moving fireball. The Squiggs loaded inside were burned and exploded. The twin-linked heavy bombs on both sides of the car body also sprayed bullets indiscriminately, and the metal iron snakes swept across.

"Boom, boom, whoosh—"

At this moment, the roar of jet fighters flying across the sky came from above the heads of people on the battlefield. The distance felt very close, as if it was sticking to people's scalps.

Then, a bunch of melon-sized black bombs with radiation symbols printed on them fell onto the battlefield.

Whose reinforcements are these? Are they indistinguishable from friend or foe?

The leaders of both sides thought at the same time.

Next second.

"boom--"

A huge fireball engulfed everything.

Fu Qinghai led the company to turn the car around at high altitude and looked back to check the results of the bombing. Small red and yellow mushroom clouds emerged from the stronghold, which looked quite cute from a distance.

"How many mini-nukes are there?"

"A Fat Man Launcher comes standard with six rounds, Khan."

The Space Marine next to him said.

"Then continue."

Fu Qinghai said.

A whistling sound was heard breaking through the air.

The jetbike swarm swooped down again.

On the ground, the vehicle-mounted anti-aircraft firepower in the Orc convoy, as well as the vehicle-mounted anti-aircraft firepower of the Chaos warband and the fixed artillery positions in the strongholds, all reacted - the attack came from the sky, and they turned their guns and began to spray bullets into the sky.

"Keep the altitude, keep the speed."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice.

The jet bike cluster of the Iron Pagoda Regiment, like the horse archers on an ancient battlefield, circled around the stronghold from a distance, first diving down quickly and then rapidly increasing the distance.

Fu Qinghai believes in the "Energy Air Combat Theory" of John Boyd, a Major in the US Air Force: In air combat, one must either have height (gravitational potential energy) or speed (kinetic energy). One cannot fly low and slow, having neither energy.

As for the "angle air combat theory" believed by the Japanese Navy - low-altitude maneuvering and turning, adjusting the shooting angle for dogfighting, it is only applicable to propeller fighters, not jet fighters.

The Spring Breeze jet motorcycle inherits some design features of the Avengers flying motorcycle. The Space Marines can take their hands off the handlebars, and the motorcycle will automatically fly along the cruising route, just like the warhorses of ancient cavalry. The Space Marines can free their hands to hold the Fat Man launcher and launch grenades inside and outside the stronghold.

Kite archery in the Star Wars era!

Not very accurate, but very powerful.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Miniature nuclear bombs popped out of the slide one after another.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!"

Both sides were stunned by the explosion.

After the six walnuts were exploded, the soldiers hung the Fat Man launchers on the side of the motorcycle. Fu Qinghai pulled out the long power Guandao, turned in another direction, stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and the sharp bow of the Bull-shaped jet motorcycle pierced through the strong wind, crossed the sky, and dived down quickly.

"call out--"

When Chaos and the Greenskins just heard the sharp and piercing roar of breaking through the air, Qingshan Khan had already arrived dragging the Power Guandao. The bottom of the jet motorcycle drew an arc over everyone's heads. Khan waved his hand, and a dazzling white light wrapped in thunder and lightning arc flashed on the side of the car body.

"clang!"

A row of handsome heads floated in the air.

Fu Qinghai held tightly in his right hand the precision-crafted power Guandao that the original gene master had gifted him. The blade was still white and shiny, without a trace of blood. He turned the car around and struck back again!

"Shua!" He swung the knife again.

The shining white light was like a bolt of lightning striking from the sky, causing several orc boys to squint their eyes.

Another huge head flew high up, with a cluster of broken silk threads emitting electric sparks connected to the lower end of its neck.

Fu Qinghai leaned over and grabbed the war boss's unusually large head with his left hand.

Fu Qinghai lifted the war boss's head with one hand, controlled the jet motorcycle to slow down, flew over the heads of the Red Sun Mechanic Gang, and displayed his trophies to them in a high-profile manner.

"Wow——"

The morale of the orcs collapsed immediately.

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(End of this chapter)